HALEY CLUTCHED THE EDGE of the counter and stared at Konstantin's broad shoulders as he walked away from her.
What the hell was she doing? She'd known down this path lay disaster, and she'd charged ahead, anyway. Now it wasn't her brain doing the talking. It was everything else. Her heart most of all.
She hadn't missed the scorn when he talked about himself. For whatever reason, Konstantin saw himself as broken or lacking. It wasn't the first time, either. She couldn't begin to understand a childhood that had made him believe such things about himself, especially when she saw the little things no one else did. Like the carefully organized holiday care packages that went out to all of the entry-level workers across three companies. Konstantin protected his family time, but he gave freely
